The entire underground tunnel system spun like an intricate kaleidoscope with Charlotte at its center.

"Forest?" A blurring blue motion fell from above her, landing softly on the wet cement landing.

Kevin had heard her banshee screams from his position in Iron's office. He wished he had gotten here sooner but he had to convince Cindy she couldn't stay behind.

"Lieutenant,' reaching down he took her by the arms. ' Are you alright?"

"Make it stop," She whimpered.

"Make what stop? What happened?"

"Why are you hurting me?"

"I'm not..." Even though he had no idea what had happened to affect her like this he still felt a stab of guilt as if he had been the root cause of her pain. "...Charlotte?" As if the sound of her own name were a curse she looked up at the officer. A gaze of raw hatred burned to match the eyes her sunglasses could no longer hide. Letting her go, Kevin stood back. 'What the hell happened to her?' "Cindy?" The women had just made it off the ladder when Kevin's concerned call met her.

"Is she alright?"

"Stay where you are." He warned.

"What?" Slowly, he drew his pistol. It was more for a feeling of protection – at least he hoped.

"Lieutenant?" Charlotte's eyed locked on the weapon as if she were drawn to it. Raising her hands she removed her sunglasses, letting them fall from her grasp as she began to stand up. "Don't move!" He warned. "I don't want to hurt you..."

"You? Hurt me?" A wicked smile spread across her lips. "I will show you the meaning of that!" With one fluid motion, Charlotte closed the distance between them. Wrapping her fingers around his wrist she twisted the joint and revelled in the feeling as she felt it break. Howling in pain, Kevin dropped his gun as she brought her foot around to connect with his chest. The sheer power of the blow sent him skidding back across the slick floor until a protruding pipe brought him to a sudden stop.

"RUN!" He knew Cindy had taken his advice when he heard the sound of her heels on the cement. Rolling over he tried to push himself up but she was there, her cat-like eyes staring down at him.

The pain was mind shattering. She didn't want to think anymore. Thinking made it hurt. She just wanted to act – to give in to the anger and make the pain stop. Now, as she looked down at the man she knew she wanted blood. Raising a clenched fist she was about to land the blow when something connected with the back of her head. Screaming, Charlotte cradled her head. The strike wasn't enough to bring her down, but at least it stopped her for the moment. Dropping the rock, Cindy ran to Kevin.

"Come on!" She said urging him to get up. Wrapping his arm around her he was able to pull himself up without causing himself too much pain. As much as he didn't want to leave the Lieutenant behind, in her infected state, he had to protect Cindy. She was counting on him. With Charlotte between them and the ladder they could only move deeper into the tunnels to avoid another confrontation. Alone, Charlotte had no one to take the rage out on.

"What's happening to me!" She screamed hoping that, somewhere, Wesker could feel her pain. Releasing her throbbing head she held her hands in front of her. They ached as if she had broken each one several times. She doubted if she could even hold her gun now. Clenching them into fists she rose to her feet; the anger she felt began to subside as she regained control. 'Kevin...' What had she done?

Kevin didn't know how long they had been running. The winding tunnels took them to multiple dead ends before they found one line that seemed to carry on for at least a half mile. Now, with no where left to go, they stood between the unknown and a thick, heavily fortified steel door; the Umbrella logo displayed proudly across both panels.

"What do we do know?" Leaning his back against the door Kevin finally took a moment to examine his wrist. There was no question, Charlotte had broken it.

"I don't know." He finally replied.

"Do you think there's anyone in there?" To tell the truth, Kevin just wanted to be alone. He'd had enough of this nightmare and now he just wanted to rest.

"If there is, I doubt they'd open the doors for us. Not with everyone in the city infected." Spotting a security camera Cindy approached it and waved her hand. The device moved slightly as it focused on her movement.

"Hello! Can you hear me? We're not infected. Please! You have to let us in!"

"You think it's going to work?"

"Why not? We've got nowhere else to go." He saw her point. With his broken hand held tightly against his stomach Kevin used his good hand to look for a switch or button, anything that could open the door.

"Do you think we should let them in?" It was a stupid question – perhaps, but they had been watching the two since they entered the main tunnel.

"There's to be no unauthorized personnel in this facility."

"It's a little late for that, and we could use the cop. That's an extra weapon."

"What about the girl?"

"We'll find a use for her." He knew exactly what his partner meant. They had been escorting several facility employees until one of the labs experiments had escaped. They had ensured the survival of two UBCS soldiers. Their sacrifice would be justifiable in the eyes of their employer.

"It worked!" Cindy smiled as the metal doors began to move on their tracks. For the first time that night since his first drink at the bar, Kevin was beginning to feel optimistic – until the black steel of two machine guns met them at the door. 'I really need a drink.'